88. “I don’t want to…”

Isabelle Nash

The moan that slips from my lips echoes through the thick, stifling air. I cover my mouth with my hand instinctively, but it’s already too late. My body’s given in—limp, betraying whatever resistance I’m still trying to hold on to.

My knees tremble, stuck in this position, and t...

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